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The Clockwork Wicker-Man’s Lament

Suddenly a Ninja Dave appears

The clockwork man made of springs and mostly wicker moved closer to the little girl. “So warm,” the creature crooned in a disembodied voice, its gears whirring and clicking as it moved closer, limbs crackling like a forest fire. The girl screamed as the clockwork man leapt at her. Afterwards, the clockwork man wiped the warm, dark fluid from his sharpened teeth and looked down at himself. The girl’s myriad innards were running, oozing, dangling awkwardly from his exposed inner-workings. With no digestive system, this feeding had resulted, simply, in a sticky mess. “This isn’t what I expected,” the creature sighed.